Hold On Tight To Your Dream<\/a><\/p>\nHold on tight to your dream
\nHold on tight to your dream
\nWhen you see your ship go sailing
\nWhen you feel your heart is breaking
\nHold on tight to your dream.<\/p>\n
It’s a long time to be gone
\nTime just rolls on and on
\nWhen you need a shoulder to cry on
\nWhen you get so sick of trying
\nJust hold tight to your dream<\/p>\n
CHORUS:
\nWhen you get so down that you can’t get up
\nAnd you want so much but you’re all out of luck
\nWhen you’re so downhearted and misunderstood
\nJust over and over and over you could<\/p>\n
REPEAT CHORUS:<\/p>\n
Hold on tight to your dream
\nHold on tight to your dream
\nWhen you see the shadows falling
\nWhen you hear that cold wind calling
\nHold on tight to your dream.<\/p>\n
Oh, yeah
\nHold on tight to your dream
\nYeah, hold on tight…
\nTo your dream.<\/p>\n
A MORSEL OF HOPE<\/p>\n
Jean Kerr said, “Hope is the feeling you have, that the feeling you
\nhave, isn’t permanent.” It is what we have when we know that we WILL
\neventually survive the night and bask in sunshine once again. It does
\nnot deny the present darkness, but it reminds us that dawn is coming.<\/p>\n
Brigadier General Robinson Risner (“Robbie”) spent seven years as a
\nPOW at the “Hanoi Hilton,” as prisoners of war called their North Viet
\nNam compound. There he discovered the power of hope. He spent four and
\na half years of that time in isolation. He endured ten months of total
\ndarkness. Those months were the longest of his life. When they boarded
\nup his little seven-by-seven foot cell, shutting out the light, he
\nwondered if he was going to make it. He had already been under intense
\nphysical and mental duress after years of confinement. And now, not a
\nglimmer of light shone into his cell — or into his soul.<\/p>\n
Robbie spent hours a day exercising and praying. But at times he felt
\nhe could nothing but scream. Not wanting to give his captors the
\nsatisfaction of knowing they’d broken him, he stuffed clothing into
\nhis mouth to muffle the noise as he screamed at the top of his lungs.<\/p>\n
One day Robbie got down on the floor and crawled under his bunk. He
\nlocated a vent that let in outside air. As he pressed against the
\nvent, he saw a faint glimmer of light reflected on the inside wall of
\nthe opening. Robbie put his eye next to the cement wall and discovered
\na minute crack in the construction. It allowed him to glimpse outside,
\nbut was so small that all he could see was one blade of grass. A
\nsingle blade of grass and a faint ray of light. But when he stared at
\nthe sight, he felt a surge of joy, excitement and gratitude like he
\nhadn’t known in years. “It represented life, growth, and freedom,” he
\nlater said, “and I knew God had not forgotten me.” It was that tiny
\nglimmer of hope that sustained Robbie through an unbearable ordeal.<\/p>\n
I am amazed at the strength of the human spirit. It seems to run
\nforever on nothing but a morsel of hope. But it still must be fed.<\/p>\n
I find myself busy keeping my body going – but I know it is just as
\nimportant to feed my spirit. Even if all I have is a morsel of hope,
\nfor today that just may be enough.<\/b> (emphasis mine)<\/p>\n
— Steve Goodier<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
to your dream. This song is a current advertisement for something, a Ford vehicle I think, I’ve been driving Fords since 1972. Why its here now is that it keeps popping up just when I need it. Just at the moment the dark threatens to envelope me, I hear this, either on the television or […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[4],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-117","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-general"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.onepeople-oneworld.org\/WordPress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/117","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.onepeople-oneworld.org\/WordPress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.onepeople-oneworld.org\/WordPress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.onepeople-oneworld.org\/WordPress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.onepeople-oneworld.org\/WordPress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=117"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.onepeople-oneworld.org\/WordPress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/117\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.onepeople-oneworld.org\/WordPress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=117"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.onepeople-oneworld.org\/WordPress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=117"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.onepeople-oneworld.org\/WordPress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=117"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}